The Protector

Everyone present at the temple instantly held their breaths at that sentence.

They stared at Sebastian in disbelief.

What could possibly have pushed Sebastian to make such a daring exchange?

He was even willing to give up his fortune in order to beat this mysterious person, or force.

Sebastian continued kneeling as he waited for an answer to come from within the temple.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the rundown wooden door of the temple creaked open.

A man dressed in a suit walked out of the temple. Everyone looked on in shock and fear as the godson of the ex-ruler of the underworld walked toward them.

Even Sebastian looked terrified.

The young man said simply, “Sebastian, please return. My godfather will handle this.”

“What?”

“Thank you, sir!” Sebastian yelled in glee.

He agreed!

That meant the Morris Group was done for.

man was practically on the same level as

he couldn’t get his hands on if

man finally returning to

Quebec. He had locked himself away for thirty years, but he was finally emerging

that North Hampton was about to undergo

fact that this man was willing to show himself once more meant

South City started preparing for this man’s

ten most powerful families of South City gathered along the twisting and turning roads of

Sebastian stood among them.

some people coming from the end

come down the

white hair and a ruddy complexion who looked

though he was already 80 years old, his steps were steady and he was

once the ruler of Quebec, Scott

Quebec called him by ‘sir’

looked like any other esteemed figure,

connected him to the role of

four other people walking next to him. They

and bones, and resembled a walking skeleton. His skin stretched taut over the angular frame of his

meters tall and looked

bulked up as a bull and his head was completely bald. There were six scars on the thin skin of

nothing stood out about him. However, he was the most fearsome

Black and White Guards were an